England Part 1 : Arriving

Yo, yo, yo! I’ve been MIA for a while. This is partly due to laziness (my bad) but also partly due to going overseas. If you read my last post, you will know I was due to leave for England later that day for a conference with a holiday tacked on the start and the end. Also in that post, you may have picked up on the fact that I was feeling a little apprehensive one could say. I am happy to report that closer to leaving, I put on my big girl pants and started to get even a little, dare I say, …excited – gasp!The flights were pretty uneventful. Well, aside from being mistaken for a man. Yeaaaah, that happened. I’m not entirely sure what happened but I like to tell myself that the flight attendant just didn’t look up before saying “Hot towel, sir?”. I proceeded to accept said hot towel and cover my manly face with it. A few minutes later when the same attendant collected the towel, she complimented my hair. Chyeah – sure I have nice hair...for a man! Anyway. Moving on. Big girl pants and what not.

One stopover at Changi, another 13 hours of flight, and a 15 minute trip on the Heathrow Express later, I was at Paddington Station. I immediately caught the underground to Baker Street Station and soon found the locals to be useless at navigation. Three locals had no idea where Chiltern Street was. Three! Turns out it was directly opposite the Baker Street Station entrance I was standing at – which I eventually found myself. Once I checked in, got settled in with my bags, and had a shower, it was around 8pm but still looked like 5pm outside though so I decided to go for a little stroll around. I stumbled upon The Regent’s Park just behind the hotel and made a mental note to go back there in the morning. It quickly became one of my favourite places.

I realised not long after I arrived in London that I’d done a complete 180 with my attitude. Instead of fear and nerves, I could feel excitement and disbelief coursing through me at the thought that I was on the other side of the world. I even took a photo as proof.

Stay tuned for more posts of trip highlights!

P.S.

I can report that I found the plane seats to be reasonably comfortable, if a little cramped even for a little lady like myself. Also, peanuts were the only nuts on offer which confuses me as they are quite possibly the saltiest nuts out there and would surely mean the attendants would be walking back and forth non-stop getting people water. Confusing.

Jacquie is a 20-something maker and writer from Melbourne. She enjoys eating virtually anything that is labelled salted caramel and, contrary to popular belief, has forgotten how to ride a bike. She feels ambivalent about writing in the third person but thought it might be fun. It was.

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Jacquie

I'm a homebody who loves nothing more than curling up with a blanket, a book, and a cuppa (preferably with some bed socks too). When I eventually leave the house, you'll probably catch me op shopping, tending to my cacti collection, or singing along to the Mary Poppins soundtrack in the car.

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